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Fat Raps (Remix) Lyrics

Ft: Asher Roth, Boldy James, Chuck Inglish, Dom Kennedy & King Chip
Produced By: Chuck Inglish

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[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
And it's falling off the side like back fat
Giving girls rides to the crib not a rat trap
Cheese, peanut butter freeze raps
I want all these snapped in his back in the day
Like a tall tee tag
I need that whip clean G
What's the weather gon be
Drop top, no drips on this upholstery

Supposed to be headed downtown
Carwash like blaow

And my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down
Roll the window back up
Good, turn it back up

Ugh, UGK
Diamonds & Wood

Hold up, yea roll up
That's tight, that's right
You do this right, you might have the time of your life


[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Coming from the Westside but my fitted say Sox
Where you get banged on if you in it or not

Looking like Cain cause I watch Menace a lot
And I'm tryna fuck your friend so is she with it or not
Shout out to ATL cause I'm in Lennox a lot
And I dont like looking, I go in there to cop

Houston High Rollers, I go in it a lot
Spending money with the strippers you go in there to watch

Blowin on L's, smelling like Chanel
You say you the man but dawg these bitches can't tell
But ladies love Dom cause I'm gettin that mail
To make it out my hood is like to make it out of jail
Put the tens up and start breaking out the twelves
Bet I have your girlfriend shaking out her heels

We shaking all deals
And chasing all meals
I'm popping all over how you haters all feel


[Big Sean]
Smoke good, fuck better
Count money, what's better
These lil niggas can't hang
Big shit popping bitch and big my first name
I'm a Westsider, Detroit player
Fuck around and I might bring back gators
Everyday I leave the crib with no money
And come back later with that muthafucking paper

Finally famous over erything thats just how I feel bitch
They trying to stop my shine
They yellin hit the kill switch

Wrong nigga to deal with
Less you doing a deal with

Grind hard, thats how I was built bitch
Whoa there, whoa there
I'm who everybody know here
I come through in the club and get more money than promoters

Oh thats your girl
I see her at my show there
I be off in the hood I bet you dont ever go there
Ayy so slow there boy
Don't go there boy
It's people you dont know there boy

Young nigga that's addicted to the Polaroids
And I gave these niggas more lines than corduroy
And my bitches be gorgeous boy
Showtime I hope you record em boy
I'm out here

[Boldy James]
Let's reel half of a brick and bring it back to the kitchen
See the crack its fizzing
Then bring it back when its finished

Jimbo put that on a dish
And Chizzel will bag it and sell it
Then boldly factor the digits
To know the cash that I'm flipping
Six gonna get stashed in the ceiling

6-O's in traffic I'm pitching this o
That one get split and broke to halves
And this one his o
And that one is his
And this o I'm bagging and this one
This o the last
The nigga Ro is a crackilitician

Rolling the ave cause I'm getting dough in that slab
Cause I'm getting over, they mad
I just grill 'em bro, with my mag on my briches

Know I'll blast if you tempt him
Bro you will crash in your whip with holes in your back cause you hit
Going as fast as your engine go
When you smash in the strip smoking a bag with your bitch
Choking, gasping for breath holding
Grabbing your chest from boldly magging that tech
Unload it faster than Vick's concreture school craft to the the sick
Bomb as a brick

[Asher Roth]
I be frustrated with the way that shit's been aging
And I'm about to take a break and get away on a vacation
Like, maybe Malaysia to escape the meditation

I'll just eat, pray and wait for my day of revelation or I'll
Take peyote, roam the rivers of Nairobi
Change my name to Navajo and live alone and only grow weed
Cause this, Naomi flowing show gets pretty lonely
Don't nobody ever know you
Everybody call you homie

Mony Mony they'll be sure to treat you phony
As soon as you hit your low they won't be picking up the phone
See, I moved to (Comie ?) show these fools that I am home
And when Im on the microphone all you wanna-be's can blow me
So, take this boner to the dome you little bo-peeps
That may be inapropy but Im certainly no sheep
See, I only lead in this game of entertainment

Roth and Big Sean
We on Finally Famous


[Chip Tha Ripper]
Yea, now roll ten of em up
Fuck the rules we Auntie Anne's pretzel bendin em up
Don't give a fuck
Word to your daddy leather sandals

Either pay the light bill or light up them candles
Regular White Owl Cigarillo, no Flavors
Break that bitch down and peel of the first layer

Smooth, like a baby's ass
Mercedes pass
The ladies ask can they be next cause I'm kicking their favorite raps
Life is playing 2k and kicking raps all day by the lake
Smoking truth till I collapse in broad day
I'm surfing, radical
Gnarly, far out
My stoner chicks gather round soon as I break the jar out

Ay baby girl pass the blizz-ard
Your woman chose me so I had to jizz her
Don't be sleeping or taking no cat naps
We leaders of the new school with these fat raps

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